Nick Mulvey

After all the people picking people picking people apart, my love And after all the dealing, the hooking and

Softly, in the evening dusk, a woman is singing to me; She takes me back down the vista of my years, until I

So Whether music or madness Live by one of the two By one of the two Go on, fill your heart up

And if you see old nitrous man Selling laughter from a can Tell him that the dream still fits the plan